
I lost my grandfather six years ago. He was a remarkable man, a retired Air Vice Marshal, whom I respected and loved.
In 2015, he when my sister Nisha and I went to visit my grandparents in Coimbatore, he was already declining – and rapidly. It was frightening and saddening at the same time.
One day, the two of us were sitting on the bed, talking together, and my grandfather paused at the doorway. He stared and demanded of my grandmother, “Who are those two?”
“The children!” replied my grandmother, horrified.
“What children?”
“Nisha and Varsha – our grandchildren!”
“Oh.”
Even with that response, we knew that grandfather had no idea about us. He was confused, but he just let it go.
















































